Dear Mother’s Day: You’re Not All You’re Cracked Up to Be!

That’s the way I feel sometimes. I always feel such pressure to have the most idyllic Mother’s Day.

I see posts on Facebook about how perfect everyone’s life is or appears. How they spent Mother’s Day with their mothers and went to brunch. And they post these pretty pictures with everyone looking happy and perfect and content.

Generally I am not an envious person. But on holiday’s I do get a bit jealous I suppose. I live in a small mid-west town where everyone grew up here and has all their family here. So holidays are spent with family, extended family and extended extended family. I however, live 15 hours away from my family.

It’s just me and my husband and our 2 children. Holiday’s are pretty low key around here. Which I absolutely adore. The quiet time is a nice break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

But the Facebook posts get to me after awhile, especially when the day isn’t going my way. And yesterday was one of those days…

Kids bickering with each other all day long. A teenage daughter who yelled at me all day because she was tired from a busy hectic weekend. Plus having to do 2 homework projects that she hadn’t even started yet. A teenage son who was upset because my husband and I wouldn’t let him drive to church (he recently got his driver’s license), but I can’t see the point of him driving in a separate car to go to the exact same place we are going.

My husband had to work in the afternoon so he was locked away in our home office while I dealt with the kids and all their drama.

And even though I don’t have perfect and pretty pictures to show it – my son refuses to have his picture taken EVER – I still had glimmers of love and appreciation from both my kids.

For the first time they actually spent their own money on gifts and went and bought them without my husband. Lush bath bombs from my daughter and chocolate and body lotion from my son. And beautiful cards which expressed love and emotions that mother’s of teenagers rarely hear.

The day did get better. My daughter apologized for her outbursts.

As I was going to bed my son came to me and gave me a great big hug and said he was sorry my Mother’s Day was so stressful because of how he and his sister acted.

And while I don’t have perfect, pretty pictures to post on Facebook, I do know that I am loved and appreciated by my little family. And that’s worth so much more than a fleeting moment captured by a photograph.

Until Next Time,

Kathie

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